Brilliant, experimental work that is more focused on form and words than content…I love work like this, as I get as much out of viewing poetry as art, mood, and image as I do from narrative terms.
It came out in 1970, but it vibrates strongly today. It‘s also a fast read because many of the pages are nearly blank: words along the edges of the pages; blocks of text that insist we remember that letters are mere symbols which we give meaning to.